I have a little "persona" in my head. He tells me to hurt people and do bad things. Normally I listen I'm also quite fond of Hashish.
Secrets beckon to all humans but only the foolish and ignorant search for what is not meant to be discovered. Such is the fate of men.
An attic dwelling animator who decided to start writing pony fanfics. Let's see how this plays out.
Gassing yourself is the only solution. In fact, it's the final solution.
I finally figured out how to put this thing on my profile. This is the best thing to happen to me since Princess Celestia teleported me to Equestria so that I could romance her student and sister.
I write so that one day I may finally stop writing and be free, but these damn new ideas keep finding ways into my brain. I need to write more to vent them out!
Hello, future coworkers. Welcome to back when I was... younger. It hurts the more I think about it.
Where's the blacksmith? Well, he got fired for fraud.
Everyone Needs A Creeper, A Personal Space And Privacy Grim Reaper. Also Hail Minty p.s. I'll steal yo gurl, yo husbund, yo house, yo cids, yo dawg, and yo side bae
• I'm one book short of a trashy paperback trilogy, written entirely in crayon. "Dense and vague, yet unimaginably interesting." - Regidar.